A Sabbath To Remember

A Sabbath To Remember 

 

If we could reflect on a time when in a space 

All was fair, rested without a care 

When we found our truest self in a presence 

Time felt at one for all, as we were at peace

 

Made for this, every breath exuded worship 

What others craved for, unruly fought for

We, built in image, bodies felt the oneness 

Found our essence, where in such presence, we cried, holy, holy, I îadore

 

A world now cries out to be delivered from the curse that brought death

Longing to no more reap what we have sown

To enjoy the bountiful harvest of joyful fellowship that once was ours

 

The light of the morning is coming, when this night of restlessness will be over

When time embracing eternity, will find it rest as from the start 

All will know, as the light of love, joy and peace fills every heart

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.